On the fourth day in Jinling, there was still no news from Yanhu Deliang.
On the fourth day, there was no news from the Wolf King, but there was a letter from the Archer, saying that he had to attend to some private matters, and his arrival in Aurous Hill would be postponed, maybe one month or two months later.
"Master Hou, where did you find that savage?"
Zhong Xihou is eating. He is a swordsman and a martial artist. He eats a lot of things, but not many kinds, namely beef cakes with soy sauce, cooked beef slices, a dozen hard-boiled eggs, and a large bowl of green vegetable and tofu soup.
A bowl of brown rice. There is also a small jar of Shehongchun on the table. Zhongxihou does not drink wine when he eats. Tian Qin drinks this jar of wine.
"Ten years ago, I came to Jinling for the first time and bought him from the arena."
"Is he a slave?"
There are fighting cocks and fighting dogs as well as fighting people in the arena. People fighting cocks and fighting dogs cannot distinguish their expressions, so fighting people will always make the spectators more excited.
Yan Hude was such a slave, a slave used for fighting. It was such a slave that aroused the interest of Marquis Zhongxi.
"Ten years ago, Xiaoliang was just like a mastiff. A mastiff without an owner, it would bite everyone it encountered."
His eyes are full of hatred for people, and he will kill his opponents mercilessly, using the bloodiest method.
"Did the Marquis buy this mastiff?"
"It is difficult to tame, but if a mastiff is domesticated into a native dog, it will be meaningless." Zhong Xihou became half the master of this mastiff. Mastiffs are the most terrifying dog breeds and the most loyal devils to their owners.
Marquis Zhongxi liked this kind of person, so he bought Yanhu Deliang.
After buying Xiaoliang, the first thing Zhong Xihou did was to take his sword and Yan Hude and destroy the arena. They freed all the slaves and left the slave owner surrounded by slaves but refused to let him go.
People hurt him. This was the second thing Zhong Xihou did. He wanted Yan Hude to understand that violence can never really solve a problem.
Zhong Nanyan told Zhong Xihou this truth and left for the west about half a year later. Zhong Xihou hesitated and doubted for a long time. Small benevolence is good, but great benevolence harms the country. Zhong Nanyan's behavior towards those who have wronged him cannot be said to be benevolent.
, why did he tell Zhong Xihou from the bottom of his heart that violence can never really solve a problem.
"There are some things that you should not know before. Xiaoliang has his own world. Naturally, I also believe that he is absolutely loyal to me."
Qu Tianqin didn't understand. Zhong Xihou shook his head. He picked up the last piece of cooked beef. He ate two bowls of rice, and half of the third bowl was left. "I know everything at once, and I can only be satisfied for a while.
If you are curious and can really remember it, it is good to have three or two sentences out of a hundred."
Archer's letter also mentioned a person, Sword Master Tingyu, and Zhongxihou smiled bitterly. To others, Sword Master Tingyu was another disappeared legend in the world, but to Marquis Zhongxi, it was just a matter of separate places and their own development.
They are like older cousins.
Twenty-nine years ago, Wuyunjian was defeated by Tingyujian. There are probably not many people who know this who have not set foot on the coffin board.
Tian Qin put down the wine bowl and frowned in displeasure. She obviously wanted to care more about Mr. Hou and know more about him, but when Hou Zhongxi said it, she seemed to be no different from the thick-lipped and long-tongued woman on the street.
Qu Tianqin also didn't understand that Zhong Nanyan, who was full of flowers in the west city, besides glory, winning or losing, life and death were not insignificant in his eyes. If Zhong Nanyan was like this, what would happen to Zhong Xihou?
She firmly believes that the Marquis has a heart for the city that never sleeps, just like the heroes who travel around the world in chivalrous novels, worrying about the country and the people. But after all, this is Qu Tianqin's wishful thinking. If she tells her brother about this, it will only make him stupid haha
Laughing, no matter whether Qu Tianqin believes it or not, her stupid brother doesn’t believe it anyway.
After Zhong Xihou's farce, the entire Jinling City started to stir up some excitement.
"Have you heard that Zhong Xihou, the descendant of Zhong Nanyan in Xicheng, has come to Jinling..."
"Is the rumor true that he defeated the four brats of the Zhong family with one sword?"
"I also heard that he tore Ge Qianqiu's cloth armor..."
"It must be true. Otherwise, why would you say that you are looking for a doctor, Peach Blossom Fairy, and you are asking for a sword, Zhong Xihou?"
In restaurants and teahouses, people in the land of Jinling began to talk about Zhong Xihou. This is what Zhong Xihou wanted to see. He did not bring a sword. He gave the sword to a woman, a woman with three-sided phoenix eyes.
This woman is inconspicuous, but her name and fame occupy a place in the world.
Almost no one remembers this woman’s real name, but as long as she is mentioned as “Ghost Mother”, anyone who has heard a lot of anecdotes or has some experience in the world will know such a person. It is said that this woman is born ugly and unkempt.
It will make people think that they have just crawled out of the graveyard.
But such an ugly woman who made people think she had committed a lot of sins in her previous life was actually a good hand at forging and raising swords. Over time, a few words about the ghost woman began to spread, "The quiet alleys are sonorous, the dark nights are cold, the beautiful clothes and the black women are wonderful.
Healing sword wounds".
Naturally, people with a good reputation will develop quirks over time, not to mention an ugly ghost woman who doesn't want to be seen by others.
She is indeed very famous, and people who admire her can fill up the entire Suzaku Square.
But there are probably only about fifty people in the world who know her and have contact with her. Naturally, Marquis Zhongxi is one of them. Since the ghost woman is in Jinling, how can she not leave her beloved sword to this skilled craftsman for good maintenance.
On this day, Zhong Xihou wore a wide robe with tightly tied cuffs, and his hair was tied up with a hairpin. Such an outfit was comfortable and simple, and even in Jinling, where weirdos gathered today, this outfit was inconspicuous.
However, in his own opinion, Zhong Xihou, dressed like this, looked solemn, cheerful and clear, like a cloud of cranes and a flock of chickens in the field.
He will cause even greater storms in Jinling in the past few days. His purpose is very simple. He is the Lord of the Nightless City and a world-famous swordsman. When he comes to the city, he comes to Jinling, and naturally the King of Jinling comes to invite him in person.
It was not for him to pay homage to the old prince in his future generations.
Xi Di Heitan was quite reasonable and would not beat up or provoke anyone casually. However, Zhong Xihou would be interested in some ruffians or bullies.
He put his left hand on the shoulder of the nine-foot-tall man. He took out a beef bun from the steamer of the bun shop and took a bite: "Hot..."
The bun fell down as soon as he let go of his hand, and the man swung his fist. Zhong Xihou bent down to pick up the bun.
"Guest, if you want to eat steamed buns, I'd better pick them up for you. I won't let you eat the ones that fell to the ground." The thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl said timidly. Zhong Xihou had a smile on his face, and he picked up the buns that were stained with dust.
Bite the buns in one bite.
"How much?"
"As long as the customers like it, no money is required..."
The man also took another bun and stuffed it into his mouth. Zhong Xihou glanced at him, took out a dozen copper coins from his purse and put them on the table.
"I paid it together with this poor family."
The man crushed the bun in his hand, and the juice slowly flowed out from between his fingers. He shouted angrily: "Say another word, you black charcoal."
Zhong Xihou's response was simple. He grabbed the man's right wrist with his left hand, turned around, and slapped the man on the back of the head with his right hand.
"Believe it or not, I'll tear you apart like I did with Ge Qianqiu!"
"You, you, you are Marquis Zhongxi..."
The man was beaten without any pain. He was paralyzed on the ground by these words. If the person in front of him who could not be considered strong was Zhong Xihou, he could defeat four enemies with one sword and defeat people in a few moves with hard qigong.
, what about dealing with yourself?
When others heard the words "Zhong Xihou", they all gathered around. Zhong Xihou is the lord of the city that never sleeps. If he is the lord of the city, he should be dressed gorgeously. Zhong Xihou is a swordsman. If he is a swordsman, he should love his sword as much as his life.
Now, Zhong Xihou has no gorgeous clothes and no sword in his hand.
"He is fake..."
"He doesn't even have a sword..."
The crowd started talking. This reasoning was correct. Zhong Xihou did like gorgeous clothes, and his sword was usually kept with him. But that was not the case for him today.
Those people kept talking, and the man believed it, and he stood up again. He started to get lucky, and Zhong Xihou just stood there, watching, without saying a word. This man used violence to stop violence.
Boxing, Great Sage Boxing.
Zhong Xihou was very curious about this boxing technique. He had heard of such a boxing technique, which could break rocks and shatter armor without wind. There was a caravan passing through the Evernight City before Weuguan, and among them there was a guard who was nearly fifty years old. It was this great sage's boxing technique.
Every punch is strong and powerful, so powerful.
"I've learned the moves but don't know how to move." He said disdainfully and kept moving.
Bending and punching, the movements are brisk and smooth.
The fist hit the man's abdomen at the eighth level, knocking him four to five feet away. He looked like he was lying on the ground in a big shape, probably in pain in his abdomen but unable to move.
"Who are you?" The man's hands and feet could not move, but his head could still move, his eyes could still see, and his mouth could still speak.
"Hou Zhongxi."
His words are cold, his eyes are aloof, your name is spread thousands of miles across the country, and young children playfully ask who you are, which is ridiculous.
In the crowd, the monk with shabby clothes looked carefully. He had never seen Zhong Xihou draw his sword, but he heard the elder
It was jokingly said that Zhong Xihou's sword attainment from all aspects was better than that of Buyu.
He was very familiar with Lord Leng Leng Buyu's sword, and he wanted to see clearly whether it was Buyu's sword that made people more frightened or Zhong Xihou's sword that made people more frightened and timid, unable to sit still.
Zhong Xihou's method was effective. No one dared to doubt or guess this man's skills, let alone doubt whether he was the Lord of the Nightless City.
Zhong Xihou looked around the crowd, with a smile on his lips. He sat down cross-legged as if he meant it. Who else, who is here alone today and is not afraid of being beaten, came to the door one by one.
There are always a lot of aggressive people, but there are not too many stupid people. That man can't be called strong or weak, but just such a nine-foot man was punched to the ground by this man.
.
He had never seen such a dishonest martial arts master. The wandering monk couldn't help but laugh and saw him fly out of the crowd so that he could try what Yan Xiao said about Xiao Xi. His skills were unparalleled.
His left hand formed a fist and his right hand formed a claw, and he swung away with one punch and one claw. Zhong Xihou, who was sitting on the ground, jumped up slightly and avoided it just in time. The wandering monk turned over and put his left hand on the ground, and swept his legs. Zhong Xihou held down his
Swallow's legs turned over and went around behind him.
"Excellent skills."
The wandering monk didn't say anything. He patted the ground, jumped up, and struck down with an empty elbow. Zhongxihou did not dodge or dodge, he stretched out his right arm to block Yingruge's arm. When the two of them met, Zhongxihou glared.
With his eyes wide open, he believed that today's Jinling is full of masters. He also believed that if he wanted to leave or stay, no one in the world could stop him.
This wandering monk's punches and kicks were powerful and vicious, attacking vital points. This was definitely not the move of a monk. If you have any impression, there have been several corpses in the ancient woods in the city that never sleeps, and their arms and thighs were forcibly torn apart.
There is no whole body in death.
Seeing the monk's dirty routine of hitting his throat and vagina, Zhongxi Houyue figured out the monk's identity and stood there, not hiding or dodging. The wandering monk dressed up as Ying Ruge didn't have any strength, and he jumped into the air and did a roundhouse kick. He
His legs were grabbed by Zhong Xihou. He held his legs with both hands and threw them to the ground.
They saw the wandering monk slapping the ground with both hands and using the force to rebound. The other leg was aimed at Zhong Xihou's head. Zhong Xihou blocked with his left hand. The strength of his hand and leg were completely different. Zhong Xihou's hand lost strength in an instant, and he used the other
He threw the wandering monk away with his hand.
Putting down his hands, he chuckled, "Junior Brother, Junior Brother, it turns out that every move you make is so vicious. How did Yan Xiao teach you in the past? How did Baiyun Cang Gou treat you when you were young? Zhong Xihou endured it
It hurts, but there are so many questions in my mind.
A dark man appeared out of nowhere. He was nine feet tall, bald, and had a darker complexion than Zhong Xihou. His face was different from that of a Han man, and he had white teeth. His naked upper body was wrapped with an iron rope, and he looked quite strong and brave. He blocked the way.
Between Zhongxihou and the monks, clapping could be heard from the crowd.
"Xindu Zen slave." Even though the dark man didn't speak, Zhongxihou and the wandering monks knew that this man was Xindu slave. Xindu slave was usually tall and strong, with dark skin and white teeth like pearls. Zhongxihou said since
He knows these Xindu slaves better than the wandering monks. He has many Xindu slaves in the city that never sleeps, and some Xindu people are the generals of his city that never sleeps. And there are really very few slaves who can cultivate to such level.
"Do you think you can stop the two of them?" Zhong Xihou asked Xindunu, ignoring the laughter and clapping from the crowd.
The slave did not speak. He still stood between the two of them, silent. He pulled the iron shuttle from his chest and the iron shuttle touched the ground. The slave glanced at the two of them. The Xindu slaves in the Nightless City usually work as coolies.
Yes, they do extremely labor-intensive work. Unlike Xindu slaves in other places, they can get wages and no one dares to discriminate against them.
The wandering monk kicked the Xindu slave's tiger head in the air. The kick did not look like flesh at all, but more like a wall. The slave's body shook for a moment, then stood firm again, and remained silent.
language.
"There are not many people who can shock Xiao Lei. King Kong is angry, and the master is very capable." This man had already stood in front of Xin Dunu, and the slave bowed slightly to him, seeming to respect him very much.
The wandering monk said nothing, turned around, pushed his feet, and after a few ups and downs, he disappeared.
The summer crown worn by the young master is quite exquisite, woven with jade grass, embellished with gold flowers at the suffix, and inlaid with pearls in the front. The robe he is wearing is made of white silk and embroidered with flying cranes. Around his waist is a glittering golden silk belt.
. He also had a fan and a folding fan in his hand, which made Zhong Xihou very happy.
The young master turned to Zhong Xihou and bowed: "Are you really the Lord of the Nightless City, Zhong Xihou?"
Marquis Zhongxi did not return the greeting. He looked at the man. "Who is the young master?"